breathing in a room
engulfed in silence
thinking of where I could be
I could be laughing
with someone I know
someone who opens up to me
hoping for a chance
to show my determination
nothing comes that will allow
for me to say
this life is mine to keep
all I have is here and now
time is flying past me
is it real or not?
I may never understand
the ticking of the clock
the empty sounds of living
the shaking of my nervous hands
I hear it all around me
breaths so dry
so shallow and slow
in and out
the pattern repeats
and that is all I know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem